Concept
Ye
Hand-bag ready for my dog shit
I'm just trying to start shit
Kid in the orbit lost in his starship
Get around the block, with his lame top
His frame flops, feel like I got different skin tones when I glare at cops
Ye, and that proves that my brain drops
Whenever I just trying to find myself in this train stop
Still can't open up my fucking eyes for a minute
Was born like that, you always wanna make it exquisite
See I trying to dip ma dick around the clit, but can't admit shit
Pick yo girl but bitch can't say he fuckin' up like misfit
You dismissed, don't follow rules, can't spit shit
On this pic, you looking like you finna murder thick fiends
Click click, big beams, little yellow alien with big dreams
And I don't give a fuck if y'all be saying I commit sins
Hoping what I always spit will make sense
The life sentence, folks saying, you never know
When the triple six ends
Bars please, I'm getting little envy
Didn't change shit since the day my momma spanked me
Facts are accurate, that bitch acting like imaculate acrobats
Activists they be passive aggressive
And my thoughts are just an aggravation of death wish
The threat sits
With a big gun, big numbers, he said I'll take you to this slumber!
But I no longer, need anything else
For me to give up my wealth
And making sure that everything is right
I'm just trying to live a life, still standing on this tower
Can't tell, weeks flies faster then the hours
More skills require more fear in mind and power
Sparring with my other self I guess I'll throw the towel
The devil fruit simmers in my stomach like a long prep
Burdens showing up the wrong time, in this project
In long terms, I guess I'll start believing more in prophets
That's all facts, when this content, becomes a concept
Hand-bag ready for my dog shit
I'm just trying to start shit
Kid in the orbit lost in his starship
Get around the block, with his lame top
His frame flops, feel like I got different skin tones when I glare at cops
Ye, and that proves that my brain drops
Whenever I just trying to find myself in this train stop
Still can't open up my fucking eyes for a minute
Was born like that, you always wanna make it exquisite
See I trying to dip ma dick around the clit, but can't admit shit
Pick yo girl but bitch can't say he fuckin' up like misfit
You dismissed, don't follow rules, can't spit shit
On this pic, you looking like you finna murder thick fiends
Click click, big beams, little yellow alien with big dreams
And I don't give a fuck if y'all be saying I commit sins
Hoping what I always spit will make sense
The life sentence, folks saying, you never know
When the triple six ends
Bars please, I'm getting little envy
Didn't change shit since the day my momma spanked me
Facts are accurate, that bitch acting like imaculate acrobats
Activists they be passive aggressive
And my thoughts are just an aggravation of death wish
The threat sits
With a big gun, big numbers, he said I'll take you to this slumber!
But I no longer, need anything else
For me to give up my wealth
And making sure that everything is right
I'm just trying to live a life, still standing on this tower
Can't tell, weeks flies faster then the hours
More skills require more fear in mind and power
Sparring with my other self I guess I'll throw the towel
The devil fruit simmers in my stomach like a long prep
Burdens showing up the wrong time, in this project
In long terms, I guess I'll start believing more in prophets
That's all facts, when this content, becomes a concept
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Ridikas
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